Tuesday Tales - Button

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is “button”. Here is the next excerpt from A Biker's Guide to Saving a Goddess, Gods of DC Book 6. 

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**WARNING - There is adult language and situations.**

The two men looked at each other for a couple of seconds before they scrambled to their feet to follow her. If anyone was going to start, it would be her. She took no shit from anyone. 

As the area around them got darker, the corner became surprisingly lighter. There was a young woman with hair redder than the Formoir’s. She hardly had a stitch of clothes on her body, which was arched provocatively from where she balanced on the top of the table she sat on. A single broken button barely kept her shirt wrapped around her ample breasts. Her Daisy Dukes were more of a thong than denim. 

How she didn’t topple off of the tabletop was beyond Apollo. No human could have done what she was doing and stay injury-free. She was surrounded by men and women seated on benches and chairs. They each held a mesmerized grin on their faces. However, they all kept their hands to themselves despite the lust rolling off her. 

She also seemed to be the source of the glow that was illuminating the area. Was it getting a little warm in here?

Deidre approached the woman like she was in a trance. Finally, she spoke. “I have a question.”

The lady in practically nothing slowly turned her head to look at Deidre like something from a horror movie. A blood-curdling scream escaped her lips, one that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Apollo could have sworn her head did a full rotation from her neck a couple of times before she hopped off the table. She streaked past them, still howling and splitting everyone’s eardrums. As she did, she reached out for Deidre’s hand with hers.

Now there were two women shrieking in the bar. Despite seeming to be in pain, Deidre was on her heels out the door into the street. Before Apollo could grab Khalil to follow, his lover gripped his jacket and hauled the god with him. 

When they reached the street, they found Deidre standing alone in the middle of it. She stared at something down the road while gripping her hand to her chest. In the distance, the figure of someone on a bike faded away.

“Deidre, are you okay?” Apollo questioned. 

Deidre turned to him, her eyes wide as if she had been shaken from a trance. “It’s a long shot, but I think I know where we should start.”